Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Hell Crossing.

City lights blurry
Streaks shining white
Red rain stop signs
Clear windows
And concrete walls
Merge like a fading mural

Blood runs thin like a sin
Through empty streets
Light-headed
Dead and proud
Graffiti tunnels
Pounding traffic above
Radio screams
Second inning

So far away
This is only the beginning…

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